FLARE on GOD 68 A mind is quickened when you touch it, O Lord.A man thinks he knows his way, but You look well to his going.I thank thee, God, for they counsel: for without it I am lost. Others are Reading On Meeting Joseph Arthur Annabeth Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: A Desciption of Nature The Visit Pressure-sensitive Poetry: Idle Extrapolation on the Creation of the Universe My Mother Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * nine × 5 =